"It's just a matter of knowing how to talk to them," Felix says, as assured as if he knows exactly that. He doesn't even quite jump when Harrow pats his shoulder, just smiles slightly. "I don't care for letting my friends down."

He scoops the fragments of the soul gem up in the cloth he wrapped it with, and retrieves his satchel. "I have some cleaning up to do here, but you can go and... enjoy your freedom, I suppose. Until next time, Harrowheart."